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She longed for a different life, to be free from the clenches of the demon that she called father. She got her wish. Rosemary, a young, beautiful angel, was left for dead in the middle of Grey Hills forest where the son of the devil resides, Adrian. Little did both of them know they would be the start of something new, something... dangerous. Their connection was instant, their love sudden. They both knew the consequences and what could happen. In the end, they had each other. That's all they wanted.

Freedom.... How far would you go to secure your freedom? For Velvet, she'll do anything. Even if that means aligning with the Kingpins son. She must first be bought, for that is the way of the world. Women were enslaved and sold to be a man's fantasy. After years of exploitation, she has her chance. There is one problem, can she trust the son of the devil? Or is he just as devious? Just as dangerous? And what of her owner, Angel? Would he finally crack under the Kingpins son, and sell her? Will he ever allow her to be truly free?

A deal struck with a devil cloaked in holiness, within a church built on deprivation, desire. A chance to reclaim what was taken. To taste control again. How far would you go?

Who am I? It's not a question someone should ask themselves. There are deep black crevices in my memory, shards that I can't seem to grasp. Ghosts that linger within every nook and cranny of my memories. Nightmares that cling to a child. It was like one day I woke up, and realized, I'm not who I believed I am. I'm not the Johanna I once knew. Things are different now that I've woken up. No one is who they say they are. Not me. Not you. Not the person you love the most. So, the question still stands, who am I? And who are you?

He had craved the little light that was left inside her. She craved the darkness inside him. Death would've been a blessing. Death would've been a cure. But with him at her heels, he wanted to give her a reason. A single reason. To breathe another day. A killer. A maniac. A hunter. Cold and empty. Soulless. Cursed to live among the living. Who craves to live. Haunted. Tortured. Scarred. Full of darkness, with cracks of light. Forced to live with the weight of the world on her shoulders. Who craves to die. Two unfortunate souls, who have no right to meet. Spins a tale full of pain. Death.

A one-night stand isn’t that big of a deal… right? Wrong. So fucking wrong. The plan? Hit New York’s hottest club, meet a guy, get my insides rearranged, and go home. End of story. But that’s not what happened. I didn’t know who Ael was. I wasn’t supposed to care. But when my best friend/adopted sibling Rainy took me out... Well... There he was. On stage. Dancing.

The ruins of the apocalypse hold countless stories waiting to be heard. Where sometimes the dead are the least of your worries and your fellow humans are far more horrid. Come, join me as I speak the tales of those in my travels. The ones that dared to fight back against the Company. The ones that ended the world we used to live and thrive in. Welcome to the Outbreak. It all started with a single survivor searching for her sister. She had faced many obstacles, only to be beaten down. We watch a woman fight for survival, as she fights against someone she had once believed to be trusted company.

River is a Shadow Hunter with no memory of the night her twin sister and parents were murdered. She flees to Tampa from Grey Hills to start a new life. Azriel is a immortal monster, a fallen angel searching for the woman who has the answers to his missing memories. When his search leads him to Tampa Florida, and their paths cross again, Azriel is sure he has found her again. River is Inexplicably drawn to him. Passions flair as they rediscover forbidden love that is stronger then their lost memories.

That which you do not fear. Can’t hurt you. At least that’s what my momma used to say. I grew up on farms all around the country. Farms that my father could flip around for a profit. But this one was different. It has a grasp on us. On my family. I knew the moment my father named it “The Crow Farm,” we wouldn’t be leaving. At least… not alive. R’nan is an old place, the land much older. Stained and tainted. This house, this farm has a story to tell, and the thing telling it is Charlie. A silhouette, shrouded in mist. And if you’re not careful, and don't pay attention… Well.